Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(39)

Why? What did he do to make himself so dirty that he needed to shower right this very moment? What was so important and filthy at the same time?

My feet carry me toward the bathroom door, and before I even realize it, I’ve already opened the door slightly and peeked through the crack.

My jaw drops, and my heart almost comes to a full stop right there and then.

I can’t look away. My eyes are practically glued to the scene in front of me.

Water runs in rivulets down his buff body, his eyes closed, and his muscles thick as he clutches his own length.

He’s jerking off. Fast. Like he’s about to come.

And I can’t stop watching.

Not even when his eyes pop open and stare straight back at me.





Chapter Nineteen





Brandon



After burning that criminal, I had to cool down for a bit. A shower worked but only temporarily. It couldn’t temper the fire inside me. Couldn’t stop thinking about Dixie and her hot body and how I wanted to set it on fire in a different way.

Every goddamn time I punish someone, I feel powerful, masculine, extremely potent, and full of unreleased energy. My only outlet has always been to think of her … and then come. Hard.

I’ve never been able to release it any other way. Not after a killing.

And now that she’s here, the urge has only become stronger.

In fact, all I’ve wanted to do since I came back was jump her and ravage her, right there on that bed. I wanted to rip the clothes from her body and make her feel just what kind of a man I’ve become.

But I can’t. I fucking can’t because I hate her guts too. She’s the sole reason I am who I am; the one who ruined my fucking life. I can’t fucking give in to these needs. Ever.

So I settle for doing it myself. Jerking off in the shower doesn’t even feel good, but I just need to get it out of my system before I do something we’ll both regret.

I can’t unleash the darkness in me. Not when she’s around.

That already happened once, and I won’t let it happen twice.

So I’ll rub one out and let the stress fall off my shoulders as I think of the way her pearly lips would smack around my cock. How she’d suck my balls and push her tits together. I imagine her eyes wide open as she looks at me from her knees, begging for my cum.

A cock would surely silence her. Deep inside her throat where the gargling sounds are the only thing coming from her mouth. No talking, no shouting, no yelling. Just her tongue gleefully sucking my length until I come.

And I do.

So fucking hard, I groan out loud, while imagining my dick buried so far inside her she gags on my cum. Fuck me, I’d give the world to hear that sound. It would teach her a thing or two about not messing with men like me. A punishment fit for a bad girl like her.

But as my orgasm subsides and my eyes slowly open, I realize I was never alone in the first place.

Dixie is watching. Her eyes are fixated on my dick and what just squirted out against the walls.

She immediately averts her eyes and walks off. Probably to the bed, since I locked the door behind me and the only key is right here in this bathroom. But fuck, I didn’t think she’d look.

I quickly rinse the walls and myself before drying off. Without clothes on, I grab my phone and my gun, and I barge out the door, setting my eyes on her. She’s hovering over the small kitchenette and pours water into a glass even though her hands are still tied. But she manages to chug it down in one go. However, when she puts it down, her hands shake.

As I place my hand on her shoulder, she jolts as if she didn’t know I was coming. As if she didn’t just commit a sin … and enjoy it thoroughly.

I could see it in her eyes, that same lust I feel whenever I think of fucking her raw.

It’s the forbidden fruit neither of us can have but both of us crave more than anything.

“Jesus,” she mutters, spinning on her heels.

“Nah, it’s just me,” I jest. I don’t know why I felt the need to make a stupid joke. Maybe to release some of the tension floating in the air.

She chuckles but rolls her eyes too, then looks away. “Whatever.”

I cock my head and chuck my phone onto the counter. “Do you always spy on guys taking showers?”

“I, uh …” she mumbles, frowning. “No, of course not, but—”

“I don’t mind.” I place my hand on the counter behind her. “Watch all you want. I’m not gonna stop.”

She swallows, staring at my lips like I am at hers. It’s hard to hold back, but I must resist. We’re bad for each other in every way.

She ruined my life, and I ruined hers. Always remember that, Brandon.

I take a deep breath, and say, “You’d better not try anything stupid, Dixie.”

“Look who’s talking.” She scoffs. “You’re the one keeping me here.”

She always thinks she can beat me at my own game. “For good reasons, and you know it.”

“Good? You call this good?” She holds up her tied hands.

I cock my head. “I’d prefer you didn’t try to escape.”

“Or kill you,” she adds. “Because I would.”

I snort. That’s far from a surprise to me, but she seems to want to rub it in any chance she gets. “Of course, you would,” I reply.